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Full name Zhane Tan
Faction: n/a
Rank: n/a
Age: 15
Sex: Male
Height: 6 foot
Weight: 155 pounds
Eyes: Redish-Brown
Hair: Silver
Skin: Caucasian
Handiness: Right-handed
Ingame name: Lucky

Personality
Zhane is a calm and easy-going man. His attitude towards others makes him seem like a loner, but he is a people person and enjoys meeting new and interesting people. Quiet and thinks all the time as he makes notes on what he sees and experiences. He tries to avoid conflict as much as possible with the tendency to do the ‘right’ thing when he knows it will get him into more trouble. Lancer has a sense of honor to his friends and duty to those he works for and with. He stays loyal to his friends and makes sure that he stays true to his word, since he was raised to show dignity, honor and respect to all.

Strengths and weaknesses
Zhane is still new to the GBN, having taken part in a few battles. He is quick on the controls and is good as a close combat-based player. Not the best out there when it comes to teams but is amazing in singles. When he dives, he is super friendly and enjoys it. Seems to have a natural ability to piloting and figuring out the Gunpla's abilities quickly.

Appearance
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History
Born in the United States, Zhane grew up in the Midwest. His parents traveled due to their careers and so he was never in a single place for more than two to three years. Additionally, he has a few health issues, mainly bone cancer, and is not able to do much, and making friends is hard. Due to this, he spent time building Gunpla and creating his own worlds with them. Finally, after many years and many homes, Richard's family has finally settled down and has stopped moving and now, perhaps he can make friends.

While not a very good pilot, he does have some natural abilities and is an excellent builder of Gunpla. Due to moving, he was not able to take part in GBN, and has never dived before, however, he might his chance and more and maybe he will find a team he can join or get some time in to better his skills. If nothing else, he will just enjoy what time he can within the GBN.

Possessions
Gunpla #1: XXAGET-01X105-2DB Gundam Deathstrike Bullet
Gunpla #2: XXXGAT-X10201H Gundam Duel Heavy
Gunpla #3: RXGN-001OP Prime Gundam

Role plays
Mairéad Grace Sandilands: For the Homeland

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